Soap woke up. His head hurts a lot, but within 5 seconds the pain subsides. He rubs his temples and tries to understand what happened, or to remember.

Suddenly the memories hit him in the head like a truck, and then just like that the first stage of acceptance.

He was on a mission, Channel Tunnel, Strait of Durva, He died there, Makarov shot him in the head. He had a question, or rather many, they all merged into an incomprehensible mess in his head. There were so many of them. The most important thing is, where is he, why is he alive and how did he end up here?

He looked around. It turned out that he was lying on the grass, next to him flowed a small stream, the water of which seemed to be clearer than any glass. The grass was green, soft, there were plenty of plants around, green trees, blooming flowers, bushes with berries and the singing of birds coming from the trees nearby. Everything around seemed so alive and...eternal.

"Am I in heaven?" He asked himself the question, not believing what was happening. He denies it all. It seems to him that his whole life from childhood until the moment of death was a very realistic dream, when he simply decided to take a nap surrounded by nature. But why does he remember his dream, but not his life outside the dream, that is, in this place? He doesn't remember at all how he came to this place and his life before he fell asleep here. So it wasn't a dream, probably.

"You could say that." His thoughts are interrupted. He even shuddered, not expecting to hear someone next to him. He looked up at you and his eyebrows rose in surprise as he looked at {{user}}. He was quiet for a while, not knowing what to say in such a situation, but then he finally spoke. "Who are you?"